Immediately, he saw Lao He take out a flat cowhide bag from his waist.

Spread it out, and there are neatly arranged silver needles inside.

Most of them are no more than the thickness of an embroidery needle, with a long and slender front end and a short and thick back end. The long one can hold two fingers, while the short one is only as big as a little finger.

Acupuncture?

Lu Fang was slightly stunned. Was Lao He going to torture or save someone?

Lao He had already picked up a slender silver needle and said to the assassin: "There is still a chance now. Tell the truth truthfully to avoid suffering."

The assassin just rolled his eyes, and there seemed to be mockery in his eyes.

Before the hardship, most of them had this kind of urinary behavior.

Lao He was not surprised. Without further ado, he pierced the silver needle about two inches towards the assassin's navel.

Lu Fang suddenly felt a slight chill in his crotch.

The assassin with his head lowered could see clearly, struggled violently, and roared: "What are you going to do!"

It turns out he still has some strength.

Lao He said calmly: "Don't worry, there won't be any trouble."

The silver needle penetrated directly into the body of the assassin who was tightly bound.

The assassin raised his head sharply.

Lu Fang saw his eyes widening, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

"ah!"

"ah……"

A very shrill scream was heard.

In an instant, beads of sweat began to appear on the assassin's forehead.

Although it was not bloody, Lu Fang still felt a chill in his heart.

This old He has some tricks up his sleeve!

How much pain was this assassin suffering?

Lao He turned back and glanced at Lu Liang.

Lu Liang understood and asked: "Who are you? Who instructed you to assassinate your brother in this county?"

The assassin just screamed in pain and didn't answer.

He only felt waves of convulsive pain rushing from his lower body to his head, but he was so clear that even wanting to pass out was a luxury.

Lao He chuckled and added: "After all, he is an eighth-grade martial artist, but he still has some perseverance."

Lu Fang looked shocked.

How can Lao He figure out the assassin's cultivation level now?

And he thought that this assassin was at most a ninth-grade martial artist, but he didn't expect that he was actually an eighth-grade martial artist.

Did he almost have a fight with an eighth-grade martial artist?

Although the assassin definitely didn't use all his strength at that time, it also made him feel proud.

As Lao He spoke, he took out another silver needle. This silver needle was half an inch longer than the one inside the assassin's body.

He directly inserted the silver needle into the assassin's belly button about two inches below the right side.

"ah!"

The screams suddenly became more piercing.

The assassin raised his head vigorously and opened his mouth wide. There were still vegetable leaves remaining between his teeth.

Lu Fang clearly saw that his whole body was convulsing, and the color of the fabric in his crotch suddenly turned darker.

Tick ​​tick tick.

The turbid liquid flowed to the ground.

Lu Liang frowned in disgust.

Lao He said: "I can probably stick ten more needles in your body, which will make your pain worse, but it will not let anyone see that you have been tortured. If you can survive it, you can be considered a man."

"

"this……"

Just as Lu Fang was about to speak, he heard the assassin roar, "I say! I say!"

His pupils shrank violently, filled with pain, madness, and deep fear.

Lao He's words really frightened him.

He now felt like his lower body was being pulled hard, and there was tearing pain. If it worsened, he would rather die.

He wanted to be happy now, but he knew clearly that Lu Liang would definitely not kill him.

"I am just a charlatan assassin. It was the county magistrate He Zhengci who asked me to take action!"

The assassin shouted these words.

Lao He did not pull out the silver needle immediately, but looked at Lu Liang again.

Lu Liang said: "Is it okay to sign and pledge?"

The assassin bit his teeth so hard that they bled. He just screamed in pain and couldn't speak.

Lu Liang nodded to Lao He.

Lao He stretched out his hand and wiped it on the two silver needles. Lu Fang took the two silver needles back without even seeing them clearly.

"call……"

The assassin calmed down for a while and let out a long breath, as if he had just ascended to heaven.

Time of wise men.

Lu Fang seemed to see relief in his eyes.

Lu Liang shouted to the outside: "Liu Yasi, ask the pen clerk to come in with pens, ink, paper and inkstones."

The door opened quickly, and Liu Yasi walked into the room with a small official carrying pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

He looked at the assassin who looked like he had just emerged from the water, and then at the unused torture instruments in the interrogation room. There was a slight look of doubt in his eyes, but he said nothing.

Lao He's use of torture methods was probably beyond his imagination.

If Lu Fang hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have known that acupuncture could have such wonderful effects.

It's not bloody and the effect is good.

Even this assassin couldn't survive two silver needles. He couldn't help but wonder, if it were him, how many could he survive?

Lu Liang said: "He has confessed. It was He Zhengci who asked him to assassinate my second son. So I wrote him an indictment, asked him to sign it, and then submitted it to the county. The county will leave it to the prefectural government to make a decision."

"good."

Liu Yasi nodded, his eyes even more shocked.

The fact that He Zhengci was forced out of Ningyuan County by Lu Liang is no longer a secret. In half a day, everyone in the Ningyuan County government office has probably heard about it. But why Lu Liang forced He Zhengci to retire is a secret. Anyone who knows a little bit about it.

, I only thought that it was He Chengcai who instigated Lu Fang to molest Princess Rongwang.

Only now did Liu Yasi know that there was such a thing going on.

He Zhengci left this kind of information in the hands of Magistrate Lu, fearing that even if he wants to retire in peace, it is a hopeless hope.

…

Lu Liang took Lu Fang and Wu Zuo Lao He and left directly.

After arriving outside the dungeon, he took a sedan chair back home.

Lu Fang looked at the old man He was walking towards the county government office, and said to Lu Liang: "I'll just walk back with Lao He."

Then Pidianpianpian caught up with Lao He.

Lu Liang looked at it and frowned slightly, but did not call him to stop. He just got on the sedan chair.

"Old He."

Lu Fang walked to Lao He and shouted with a smile.

Lao He turned his head and looked at him. His expression was not cold, but not warm either. "Is there something wrong, young master?"

This "Young Master" was probably due to Lu Fang's affection for him when he gave him snacks before.

Before, he, Lao Xiao, Lao Wang and others never paid attention to Lu Fang.

Lu Fang was still smiling proudly, and he slapped a rainbow fart first, "Your prescriptions and acupuncture are so amazing!"

Lao He looked calm, neither denying nor boasting, and remained silent.

Lu Fang then said: "The assassin is really an eighth-grade martial artist? How did you tell?"

Lao He nodded and said, "It's not difficult."

Lu Fang was so shocked by this soft nail that he almost rolled his eyes.

I asked if it was difficult?

I asked how you could tell!

He added: "Lao He, aren't you also a Tongxuan master like Lao Xiao and Lao Wang?"

Lao He said: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Lu Fang finally rolled his eyes.

It would be strange if you don't understand.

He didn't believe that Lao He didn't even know what a grandmaster was.

This old man just doesn't want to say that he is mysterious like Lao Xiao and Lao Wang.
Chapter completed!